wish i could have another chance

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“My life has gone on. More than anything, I am grateful to Selena for teaching me the meaning of love.  I was fortunate enough to be able to marry again and have children.  I wish that I could have had a family with Selena, as we had always planned; still, I know that Selena was the one who made this possible for me.  She showed me how to drop my guard and embrace life.

I used to talk on the phone with my family frequently, but it wasn’t until I married Selena that i truly opened my heart.  Today I say “I love you” to my friends and family every chance I get, because I know that there might not be another tomorrow with these people who are so dear to me.  I know that, if Selena were here, she’d tell me that she loved me and not to worry, because I’ll see her again one day.” - Chris Perez [To Selena, With Love]

I absolutely called this episode, I KNEW that Navy was up to no good omfg. Navy was my favorite out of all the new rubies but when she crashed down and IMMEDIATELY said she didnt want to go back, I got suspicious. The line of ‘all the other rubies are mean to me’ sealed the deal because like?? the rubies looked like they were all super close?? i never got any indication that they were mean to her.

I also just loved the whole concept of it tbh, the ‘nicest’ ruby turned out to be the most conniving little thing. tbh, I think that Navy is going to go get all the other rubies and then, in true ruby fashion, theyre gonna come back for ‘’’’revenge’’’’ and lose or whatever

also!!!! the whole other plot with Lapis was so good!! I like the fact that she still isnt 100% okay with earth yet, that stuff takes time and im glad theyre showing that

(obligatory Garnet gushing) DI D U SEE HER?? I LOVE HER SHE WISHED FOR ANOTHER SHOOTING STAR SO THAT STEVEN COULD HAVE A WISH AND THEN HER LITTLE BLUSH AND HAND FLIP WITH ‘OHHH STOP~’ IM FUCKING LOSING IT

THE BALLOONS TOO GOD, OF COURSE SHE KNEW WHAT MIGHT HAPPEN BUT SHE TRIED TO GIVE NAY A CHANCE ANYWAY I!!! LOVE GARNET!!!

My Boyfriend's Back

Sheamus finds out an old ex is stalking you and comes up with a plan to get rid of him by pretending to be your new boyfriend, but he takes it a little too seriously. requested by @sarahmatthews7

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all to myself: vlog 5

“It’s hard to be a vlogger when half your subscribers care more about your hot friends than you.”
- Y/N, from her April 23, 2016 vlog titled ‘Jimin shows his stupid abs 8 times (not clickbait)

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Center of Gravity

Summary: A small scene about the aftermath of Betty’s and Jughead’s kiss. Takes place after they find Jason’s car and notify Sherriff Keller.

(I’m not neglecting you prompts, I promise!! Just this idea came to my head and I had to write it! Hope you all like it!!!)

They are at the police station and the air is filled with questions and disapproving looks towards both of them but mostly towards him, the boy with the jet black hair and the funny looking beanie. He gets it; being the son of Forsythe Jones isn’t really appreciated in the Riverdale police department. But he is here to help, both of them are, so the Sherriff has the good sense to offer them some hot tea and two blankets to warm their soaked forms as they explain again and again how they knew about Jason’s car, who told them, why they went there, where this there was.

The off the record interrogation is finally over and they are let alone in the small office, watching from the semi glass wall as Sherriff Keller is pacing up and down in his own office across them, giving orders to some deputies, making calls and writing down theories and facts. Jughead steals a small glance at the blonde next to him, slouching at the very end of the olive green leather couch, uncharacteristically away from him and his personal space, clutching her mug on her freezing hands and having her green eyes focused on the man across them, studying his every move. She fears that he’s going to involve her parents again, that he will let them now about their daughter’s Nancy Drew activities, but what she fears more is how involved in this will be her sister; the last thing Polly needs right now is police officers marching on her room and pestering her with questions during her grieving state.

Jughead brings his own eyes to examine his fingers. Is she shocked by what they found in the woods? Is she bumped that she didn’t have the change to fawn over Archie on stage? Or, worse, is she avoiding him? He had sure blown it. He made a move on her way too fast, she probably isn’t even over Archie yet and definitely she sees him as a close friend and nothing more. Stupid Jughead with your stupid urges and your stupid hopes getting up for nothing.

He doesn’t regret it. If anything he got a glimpse of what it is to have a taste of the perfection that is Betty Cooper; to catch a small moment of raw intensity and brush his fingertips against the edges of his long-term fantasy about him and her sharing the same level of affection. He felt alive in that kiss, like a new man, exhilarated and born again, like all those years before her didn’t exist, like he was just living in grey and that moment he got drowned in colors. What he does regret is this feeling of bitter emptiness that fills his chest at that very moment and it stings badly, even though he felt it a lot of times in the past and even though part of him was prepared for facing emotional rock bottom once again.

He steals another glance; she still looks focused on the action out of the small room they occupy. He hates the silence; he of all people hates the silence. He wants her to say something, even reject him and his earlier confession of heart. That way he will have something concrete, something that will shutter his heart in million pieces but at least it would make him stop thinking and overanalyzing and being in that constant loop of thinking that he knows everything but in the end he knows nothing.

“I’m sorry I ruined the moment.” Her words come crashing down between them and Jughead gets startled by her soft voice that breaks the unwanted silence and disrupts his sea of thoughts.

He opens his mouth to say something but he feels a chock paralyzing his tongue so he just nods curtly, hoping to not appear as hurt as he feels.

“I wish we had that kiss at another time, in another place.” Jughead finds her voice rather steady and sure and he thinks that she doesn’t have second thoughts about maybe giving him a chance. There is another nod from his part; he was never good with spoken words and right now even a pen and paper wouldn’t help him express the rollercoaster of emotions he is feeling.

“Because truly that was the best kiss someone could experience in a lifetime.” Her voice breaks at the end of her sentence and it throws him off, sending his head flying to face her for the first time since they had set foot in that ugly colored room.

“You think so?” he doesn’t even recognize his voice, small and softer than it was earlier in her room, the emotions giving it an odd thickness. His heart flatters as he waits for her next answer and at that moment he knows he is doomed, a hopeless victim to her breathtaking green eyes and their hints of blues and greys. Their color is a mystery to him, his feeling for her the same.

Betty only nods, chin wobbling and head dropping to the floor, as two tears form a straight line from her eyelashes to the rusty tiles that lie underneath her ankle boots. “I’m so caught up in this bubble that’s seconds from being popped violently and that seems to make me pass out on things that are big events in my life.”

His heart flatters again at the description she sets for their electrifying moment. She is definitely the biggest event in his lonesome and boring life. But big is everything around them right now, big secrets, big scandals, big revelations and big scares them both, two sixteen year old kids trying to find themselves in a world that everyone labels as big. “We can go small, timid. One step at a time, even half if you want.” He proposes with soft eyes gazing her profile and, for the first time it seems that life decides to offer him a smile in the form of an agreeing nod from the girl that, up until now, only got to have in his wildest dreams.  

“You keep me grounded, Juggie. Just like gravity; you’re pulling me to your safe place when everything is madly twirling around me.” Betty looks him in the eyes and he understands. There’s a pull, an unbreakable urge to stay connected and he relishes to it, even if the heavy feeling against his chest scares the hell out of him. “When you’re in the room, it’s impossible for me to look away.” Yeah, he understands that very much so.

“I wanted to kiss you for a very long time.” The raven haired boy confesses and sends her one of his signature glares, those intense ones that he only keeps for her and they cause a gorgeous chaos of intense emotions inside her chest.

“Now I came to understand that I did want that too, badly.” She shivers and it’s not from the cold or the clingy wet clothes she wears; it’s from his stare and the rerun of their first kiss inside her head. She finds herself closing the space that she had left between them on the couch and brings her hand on his cheek, caressing the cold skin and brushing away some dripping black waves.

He keeps staring down at her and he isn’t sure what to do. His body is telling him to go for it once again but his mind interferes and advices him to hold his horses, be timid as he promised. He feels the feather light breath of hers against his lips and his eyes flatter close, and if he still had a heart he would swear that it will jump off his chest and escape. But his heart is on her hands now and he prays that she is delicate with it because he doesn’t know how many more plasters and stitches it can handle.

She finally closes the inch between them, soft lips meeting sore and chapped ones, and the feel is indeed magnetic, like two puzzle pieces that fit perfectly with each other. It brings a tiny whine on Betty’s lips and Jughead sighs all his nerves and his frustration away, slender fingers coming to dance over her waist lightly, him testing the waters and wanting to touch her, to confirm that she is real. She loves it and her thump brushes lightly over his cheekbone, both angling their heads and sharing some sweet, loving pecks with each other.

“My very own center of gravity…” Jughead murmurs inside the kiss and he feels her hum on his thirsty lips, a pleased smile curling her rosy bubblegum ones and being the sight Jughead comes across as he decides to step back into reality and open his eyes. They put their love on hold once again, the world around them revolving in spinning circles and leaving them no choice but to hop on for a ride, but this time they are going to be ok.

Gravity is an unbreakable force.

All Night, No Sleep - Jack Maynard Imagine

“Come on, Y/N, just come to the club with us” your best friend Jack whined. He had a pout on his face and looked at you with his blue puppy eyes. Those piercing blue eyes you could never say no to. And he knew it.

“Stop pulling that trick on me!” You said with a smile, trying to get out of it. All he did was coming closer and pouting more, locking your eyes with his. Every single step he took made your heart beat a little bit faster, almost as if you were afraid he’d get to close. At a certain point he comes so close that your noses are almost touching, and it’s all you needed to be pushed over the edge.

“Fine, I’ll come.” You blurted out with a sigh.

“Yes, I knew it’d work! It’ll be fun!” Of course it’d be fun. For him, not so much for you. In the two years you had known him, you had never really seen him as just a friend. From the moment you met him, he had given you butterflies and every time you two hung out, you fell for him even more. Mainly because you got to know all of Jack, not just the man in front of the camera. You had seen him at his best and at his worst, you got to know his sensitive side. That was what made you fall for him in every possible way. Two years long already you were successful in hiding it, and you were not planning on giving it up any time soon, because you were one hundred percent sure he did not feel the same way.

Going clubbing with Jack and the boys was never really a pleasure, at least not after an hour or two. In the beginning it always went down well: you were just a group of friends enjoying yourselves, dancing to the music and singing along to all of the songs. Nonetheless, after a while the boys would get distracted by the attractive girls surrounding them and their attention would shift from their friends to them. Especially Jack was very good at this, doing honour to his reputation. Not all of them were searching for girls all the time, it were usually only two or three of them, Jack of course being part of it mostly. And it broke your heart every single time. That’s why you mostly refused going with them, but you just couldn’t say no to Jack.

Arriving at the club, you tried to put your feelings aside and enjoy yourself. The night was still young and who knows, it could be different. Maybe Jack would have his eyes on you for once… You were proven wrong soon after, as a very attractive girl approached him and he gladly took his chance. Although you were kind of enjoying yourself before, your mood quickly changed and all you wanted is to go home. Yet you couldn’t, because you promised Jack you’d take him home. If that would be necessary after all…

“You know, it’d be a whole lot easier if you’d just tell him.” Mikey sat down next to you, ripping you out of your thought bubble.

“Tell him what?”

“It’s kind of obvious that he’s more than just a friend to you, Y/N. The way you look at him… You’re also staring at him the whole time.”

“No, I’m not.”

“You are.”

“Just buy me another drink, Mikey.” You didn’t mean to be rude to him, but it just hurt to know that he had noticed. That meant that Jack probably had noticed as well, proving once more that he did not feel the same way.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it like that.” You apologised. You knew he was only trying to be nice and do the right thing.

“Come on, let’s join the others and dance. It would be a waste of the night to sit here and do nothing.” You let Mikey drag you back to the group, and you decided you would be enjoying yourself. Luckily the boys were already drunk enough to make a fool out of themselves and for the first time that night you actually enjoyed yourself. After a while you noticed that Jack had joined the group again, without the girl. He was dead drunk, which was probably also the reason why the girl had left him.

“Come on, Jack, I’m taking you home.” You said, while supporting the boy as he could barely stand on his legs.

Getting him back to his apartment wasn’t exactly an easy task. As the rest of the group had decided to stay a little longer at the club, you were on your own and as he was almost incapable of walking himself, you had to use everything in your power to get him there. Once in his apartment, you headed straight for the bedroom, where he just dropped himself on the bed and closed his eyes. After taking of his shoes, you made your way out of the bedroom.

“Y/N?” You heard him mumble.

“Yes?”

“You’re the best.” You cracked a little smile, before turning off the lights and closing the door behind you, the tears burning in your eyes. You cursed yourself for being so weak, for having feelings for someone that would never feel the same.

As it was already too late to return to your own apartment, you tried making yourself comfortable on his couch, like you’d always do after a night out. Normally you’d fall asleep almost immediately, but this time was different. Mikey’s words kept spooking around through your mind. You knew he was right, you had to tell him, it would be so much easier. But wouldn’t it ruin your friendship as well? These demons kept you up all night and it tore you apart. You eventually decided that you would tell him, because you could no longer bear with constantly seeing him with others.

Sunk deep in your thoughts, you stared out of his living room window for hours and hours without having a second of sleep. You kept repeating in your head what you would say. You saw the sun rise and heard birds singing their song, you saw the city of London get back to life. You were so caught up in your thoughts that you didn’t hear Jack coming in the living room.

“Wow, you look like you’ve been hit by a truck.” He chuckled at the sight of you.

“I’ve been up all night, I’ve had no sleep at all.” You tried to avoid looking into his eyes, or just looking at him. Morning after Jack had always been your week spot.

“Why not?” He asked.

“Because…” you sighed and plucked your courage to tell him. “Because I’m sick of hiding. I’m sick of constantly pretending like I don’t care when you hook up with yet another girl. Because I do. I do care and it simply hurts to see the one you’ve been having a thing for, for roughly two years, hook up with others that are way prettier than you, knowing you will never have a chance with him. I can’t do this anymore, Jack, I’m sorry. You’re a really good person and I love being around you. You really are one of my best friends, but I wish it could be more. And I know that you don’t feel the same way, so I’m just going to make it easy for both of us and leave.”

A stunned Jack was looking at you with a confused look on his face. The tears burning in your eyes, you made your way to the door, not caring to look back.

“Y/N, wait! You’re just going to walk out on me, just like that? Throwing away two years of an amazing friendship? Just because you’re jealous of other girls?” You were shocked by his words, not expecting them to be this harsh.

“Yes, Jack, that’s exactly what I’m doing. I knew this was a mistake…” You hissed through your teeth, slightly agitated by the way he had answered. You started walking again, further to the door, when he grabbed your wrist and turned you back around.

“I wasn’t finished yet.” He let out a sigh before continuing to talk. “I’m not allowing you to do that. You’re not going to walk out of my life just like that. There is one thing I want to make clear to you for once and for all: these girls mean nothing to me, just like I mean nothing to them. The only girl that really matters to me is you. You’re the only one that cared to look further than that guy in front of the camera. You’ve seen me at my worst, you showed me how to find myself when I needed it the most. You’ve come into my life and I seriously can’t imagine it without you. Hooking up with all of these people was just a way for me to forget about the one thing I thought I could never have: You.”

Now it was your turn to be confused. He actually felt the same way all along? You didn’t have much time to think as he came closer to lock his lips with yours. On this very moment you wished you had told him a long time ago, but none of that really mattered, as you had finally got what you wanted.

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A/N: Another imagine online, whoop whoop! It’’s a rather long one, but I really hope that you all like it! My requests are open for those who want me to write one :)

Originally posted by iheartmyyoutubers

This isn’t really a complaint, it’s more of just a… thing that happened, and I still think about? Okay, so I work at the front desk of a hotel, and my best buddy/coworker is working with me this shift. I get a call, I answer it with my spiel, and I’m greeted with the voice of what sounds like a ~12 year old boy. The exchange goes like this. Kid: “Hi, uh, do you guys have a lost and found?” Me: “Yes, we certainly do!” I ready myself to take down information and search for a lost item. He pauses for a long time. “Okay, well I, uh…. hold on” he pauses again. He comes back with “My sister, she lost- she lost her virginity” and I immediately hang up. I know that’s certainly not the worst thing to happen to me, or anyone else who deal with people, but prank calls aren’t that common where I am! I was so angry that I didn’t whip up a witty response. Throughout the night, I would occasionally turn to my buddy and say things like “what if I told him we didn’t have a lost and found. that would’ve ruined the entire structure of his joke.” or “‘I think what you’re looking for is the puberty you obviously haven’t found yet!’ ….No that’s not snappy enough.” It’s so petty and small but I’m still bitter. I lowkey wished he would’ve call back so I could have gotten another chance.

If I have 1 wish for the BC Election

Its that the BC Liberals are not awarded another majority government.

I would prefer an NDP majority. I wouldn’t even mind a minority NDP government. I could even tolerate a minority BC Liberal government (as the opposition parties could kill their worst policies and perhaps get some progressive bills passed).

But with another majority, nothing progressive is going to change in this province; there will be zero chance of action on Climate Action, on Electoral Reform, On reform to BC’s corrupt election financing laws, affordability, etc. BC will remain a province controlled largely by corporate interests.

Shit people siding with abusers and abuse apologists say:

  • You can’t blame them for everything (watch me)
  • I’m sure they didn’t mean it that way (oh are u. are u sure. are u su)
  • I’m sure if you talk to them… (mate)
  • You just need to try harder! (MATE)
  • It can’t all be their fault (um)
  • They’re a HUMAN BEING (debatable)
  • You can’t blame them, they’ve had a rough childhood/life (so did I thanks to them)
  • It takes two to tango (do you think tango is on the list of child abuse)
  • You’re abusing them too. (i fucking wish)
  • Think of all the good things they’ve done for you! (yeah why don’t you fight their battles allison)
  • They only want the best for you! (ooh do they. do they really. do the)
  • It’s godly to forgive. (aren’t you being a deity lately jackson)
  • You need to stop thinking about this, it’s unhealthy for you (i bet you said that bc you’re worried about my health and not bc you don’t wanna help me get out of abuse or hear me out at all)
  • They really love you. (get out of my face with your equating abuse with love and confront your own abuse already)
  • They’re just worried about you. (yea about me outing their abuse)
  • They seem like a good person tho! (yea thats whats so terrifying about them I wish they walked around with a scythe and shouted obscenities)
  • You took all of this too seriously. (thanks for not taking my life seriously)
  • You took all of this too personally. (it fucking happened to me personally)
  • It’s time to stop holding on to past grudges (wow i am glad I let you make all my decisions for me surely you have my well being in mind)
  • Think about why this is all your fault. (wow are you trying to woo my abuser to marry you)
  • It couldn’t have been that bad. (u know what i wish i could transfer my symptoms directly to you lets see how bad is it then)
  • They aren’t that bad, give them a chance. (yeah why not give the person who shot at me another bullet what could possibly go wrong)
  • They can change. (yea they’re definitely changing to worse continually)
  • They’ve changed. (buddy i am glad you are not the target of their abuse but could you for a second consider that I am also a human being)
  • It’s because you did “x”! (oh no you got me people deserve to be abused if they do “x”! How did I not consider that before, abuse is totes justified!)
  • It’s because you overreacted. (goodbye i’m not talking to u)
  • You think everything is abuse. (you think its bc i live in abusive environment? nah it can’t be that can it)
  • Think about how they feel! (oh so you too think i exist to cater to their feelings great I’m so happy how I feel is never gonna come up)
  • If you would consider their side for a second. (what do you think i wasted half of my life on jane)
  • They would never do that. (did you not just hear the words out of my mouth telling you they did that)
  • I’m sure they would be nicer if “x” (keep deluding yourself)
  • They’re just having it tough. (and everyone who has it tough gets to have a go at me! I forgot my place is to be a punching bag of the world)
  • You have to love your (family member) abuser. (I did love them.)
A False Childhood- Adrinette Month Day Twelve

“I honestly don’t remember a lot of it,” he admits quietly. “I think I was pretty sick, for most of it. I mean, I know I was. I must have blocked that out though, because I really can’t remember any of the treatments, or anything before I was about seven or eight years old.”

She stares at him in surprise, and a bit of horror. That wasn’t the answer she’d expected when she asked what he meant by an ‘atypical childhood.’ “Chat, are… are you serious?”

He nodded. “Um, yeah. Why would I joke about that?”

“So you don’t remember anything? No childhood friends, or parties, or-?”

“I didn’t have any childhood friends,” he cuts in. “Nobody there to forget. My family… we ran in some pretty messed-up circles. Nobody wanted their child to be friends with the dying kid, and be hurt when I 'inevitably’ took a dirtnap. By the time I wasn’t dying anymore, most kids my age who I had a chance to see at all had already been told to leave me alone… I made my first friend when I was thirteen, a girl who was new to Paris and hadn’t heard about what a freak I was.”

She can’t believe what she’s hearing. Her cocky, funny, flirty partner, that isolated? How was that possible? “Chaton, I’m so sorry… I shouldn’t have asked…”

“I don’t mind. I can’t remember most of it anyway, so it doesn’t hurt,” he smiles cheerfully. “Anyway, I didn’t know anything else. I don’t think I could go back to that now, but at the time, I really didn’t know that there was anything better. And I have you now, and some kids at school who I consider friends! And I know for a fact that at least two of them consider me a friend back!”

She takes his hand, looking him in the eye. “Yeah, you do have me. I wish I could have been around sooner, but I promise, you will never have to go back to that time. I’m going to be here for you, a hundred percent.” She smiled slightly. “Anyway, we’re only sixteen. Still technically kids… so you can cite me as a childhood friend, if you like?”

His smile overtakes his whole face as her hugs her excitedly. “Thank you, my Lady!”

“It’s not a problem-”

“It means a lot to me. I… There’s a lot that I never got a chance to do. I always figured having childhood friends would be another thing I completely missed out on. Having a shot at that… it just means a lot,” he says, softly. In this moment, he’s vulnerable. Open. It’s a side of Chat she can only see on rare occasion, and a side she’s pretty sure no one else sees, ever. He pulls away after a moment, and the smile is back, his eyes incredibly bright. “So! What sort of stuff do childhood friends do?”

She thinks a moment. “Playgrounds, ice cream trucks, I don’t know, the normal kid stuff?”

“I don’t know what 'normal kid stuff’ is…”

She takes his hand, slowly grinning. “Okay, Chaton. We’re going to a playground. And I am going to prove that I can beat you to the top of the swingset.”

His eyes widen, and he begins laughing as she pulls him along, determination flashing in her eyes. Maybe her partner didn’t have a childhood when he was younger. But hell, she’s going to do everything she can to make sure he gets one now.

Somebody Screwed Up Starters

“Care to explain yourself?”

“What were you thinking?!”

“I cannot believe you!”

“You made a big mistake.”

“I’ll never forgive you for this.”

“You are grounded for a month!”

“I wish I could say I was surprised.”

“I should have seen this coming.”

“I trusted you.”

“I thought you were better than that.”

“Why should I give you another chance?”

“You did what?!”

“I thought you learned your lesson last time.”

“You’ve really screwed up this time.”

“Don’t even bother saying you’re sorry.”

“You can’t talk your way out of this one.”

“Yes, I still love you.”

“We’ll move past this. Somehow.”

“You’re going to spend the rest of your life making this up to me.”

“I think you owe somebody an apology.”

“Someday we’ll look back on this and laugh.”

You know” she said, touching his fingertips like she always used to, “I really wanted it to be you. Everything about us seemed so right. We had our whole future figured out. Why couldn’t we make this work?”
“I did too.”, he answered, “I thought you were always gonna be the only one for me. I never thought that I’d ever be able to look at another girl when you existed. I wish it had been that way.” He looked at the sky that had turned pitch black and wished to drown in the dark so she wouldn’t have to see the tears in his eyes. “Then let’s go back. If we had the chance to start over, would you love me again?”, she looked so hurt, so desperate. Something he had never wanted to see.
“I wish.”, he whispered so quietly he himself could barely hear. “I wish that I could go back and love you the way you deserved to be loved, the way you deserve to be loved. But I don’t think I’m the right person to give you everything you deserve to have.”
The next sentence that escaped her lips broke his heart in more ways than he could have ever imagined. “So what makes you love her so much more than you were ready to love me?
—  I really wanted to have this talk with you because I would rather have drowned in tears than in silence like I did
e.e.
Nobodies Hurt Me Like You Have: Pt 2

Part 1 HERE 

Part 2 of Nobodies Hurt Me Like You Have! 

A/N: Anon prompt was that the reader cheats on Jughead with Chuck and when they tell Juggie, he gives them one last chance. Personally I’m thrilled you all wanted a part 2, I thrive off angst. 

Enjoy >:-) 

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😊Age is Just A Number (Grayson x Reader)

Summary: Could you maybe do an imagine where y/n and Grayson like each other a lot and fans obviously see them flirting all the time and all over each other’s social media. But Y/N is about 3 years older then Grayson and some fans give her hate about it saying it’s “gross and weird” so they don’t date. And Y/N decides it would be best to leave Gray alone. But she’s still good friends with E. and he convinces them to be together so they go public in a video? And the fans end up shipping it? Thanks love ❤️

Warnings: None

A/N: I hope you guys enjoy this and remember requests are OPEN

Originally posted by curlymotherfuker

@Graysondolan: You’re so electric⚡️

@Graysondolan: Girl you’ve got my heart racing💕❤️😊

@Graysondolan: You’ve got my head spinning just wow you’re so 😍

I knew full well that these tweets were directed at me. Grayson and I had met at Coachella and we just hit it off. We both actually live in LA and we all, Ethan Gray and I, have hung out on numerous occasions. Grayson and I always flirted and I knew fans knew something was going on. Grayson has definitely direct messaged me plenty of times wanting to go on a date, but I always turn him down. It wasn’t that I didn’t like him, but he was 17. I’m 20. I’m a college student while he’s a youtuber with millions of fans. I couldn’t be that person. I didn’t want people to call me a cougar. I was currently sitting in my living room when my phone buzzed with a notification.

@Graysondolan: Let’s d8💐 @your_username I’ll pick you up tonight at 8 :)

@your_username: Alright as long as you’re buying ;)

@Graysondolan: Of course! My mother always told me to pay for a beautiful woman’s meal and that’s what I plan to do 😝

I just simply started laughing before realizing I needed to change. I ran up the stairs to my bedroom and threw on a maroon crop top with blue high waisted jeans. I grabbed my white vans and laced them on. I looked myself over once more in the mirror before walking downstairs to feeling my phone blowing up.

@Dolanfan1: OMG WHAT IS HAPPENING

@Dolanfan2: Isn’t she like 25? What a cougar lol Gray stick with women in your age range please.

@Dolanfan3: @your_username stealing the cradle are we?

Don’t get me wrong. Some fans were supportive and have been shipping this since day 1, but most of them were not. They were calling me a cradle robber, a cougar, child predator, basically anything to hurt me they said. I was worried this would happen. I sit on my couch as I read more tweets.

@Dolanfan1: Haha @your_username thinks she really has a chance? The only chance she has is getting thrown in jail…

@Dolanfan2: What trash. Stay away from him he’s too young for you! Predator!

I could feel tears welling up in my eyes. I knew this was a bad idea. I needed to cancel this now. I couldn’t do this. I then heard a knock at my door knowing full well it was Grayson ready for our date.

“Go away!” I choked out through tears.

“Y/N? Are you okay?” He asks through the door.

“Grayson please leave.” I begged still scrolling through twitter. I started to feel sick.

“Y/N if this is about what’s happening on twitter–” I cut him off.

“Grayson please! I don’t want to date you. Just please leave! It’s best if we don’t see each other either. Just please,” I started to choke again. “Forget about me.” I didn’t hear him say anything but I heard the faint sound of footsteps leaving my porch. I sat there and I was still scrolling through twitter. It was nothing more than what I read earlier. I was feeling sick to my stomach. I liked Grayson so much and I know he liked me a lot too. I knew this was for better though. I could focus on my education and he could focus on his YouTube.

I decided I needed to shower the day away. I threw my phone on the couch and I walked into the bathroom stripping my clothes off. I stepped in the shower to feel the hot water tingling my back. I rinsed my hair and scrubbed my body as I relaxed against the wall just thinking. I thought about Grayson. As much as it pained me I thought of us holding hands at the park and giggling. I thought of Ethan and Gray filming a YouTube videos while I did my best to mess them up or make them laugh. I thought of Grayson’s tweets and comments on my Instagram photos telling me how stunning I was. I could feel the cool tears roll down my cheeks as the now warm water patted against me.

“Y/N?” My thoughts were interrupted by a familiar voice. “Y/N where are you?” I recognized the deep voice as Ethan. What was he doing here?

“I’m in the shower! I’ll be out in a second.” I hollered as I washed the remaining soap off my body and dried myself off quickly. I threw on some sweats and a tank top while I wrapped my hair up in a towel. I hurried downstairs to see Ethan sitting on my couch. I had a feeling I knew why he was here. “Ethan go. It’s over.” I said softly wanting to cry again. Ethan then started laughing.

“Haha no it’s not. Grayson told me what happened and I saw the tweets. Look what you and Gray have is real. You may not see it but I do, and obviously the fans do too.” Ethan put his phone in his pocket and stood to his feet. “If they didn’t see it then they wouldn’t feel the need to hate. You need to understand that this happens to everyone. Yes you’re 20, but so what? Age is just a number. You and Grayson have something that I wish I could find. Some people never find what you two have. Don’t throw it all away over some haters.” Ethan says sounding sincere. Since Gray and I have had our thing Ethan and I have grown really close. I could actually say he was my best friend. “Give him another chance.” Ethan pleas.

“I think I can do that.” I said smiling to Ethan which he then tackled me into a hug.

“I’ll be back.” Eth then runs outside and is gone for a minute before coming back inside with a Gray behind him. I felt this huge sinking feeling when I saw him and I instantly felt awful for earlier.

“Gray I’m sorry. I’m so sorry about what I said.” I apologized but Gray just wrapped his arms around me and his lips landed on mine. I could feel a blush creeping on my face. He pulls away smiling.

“I don’t blame you but I promise with me no one will hurt you.” Grayson says and this time I hug him. I then see Ethan pull out his camera and angle it towards us.

“Let’s film a video! The fans always support it if we do it in a video.” Ethan says and I hide my face in Gray’s chest and I feel him chuckling. We sat down on my couch while E filmed.

“Hey you guys you’ve probably already noticed that this isn’t E sitting next to me. He’s behind the camera.” Grayson introduces and Ethan puts his hand infront if the camera and waves. “This is Y/N and she happens to be extremely special to me.” His hand grabs mine and I start blushing. He starts talking about who I am, how we met, why I was special, and so on. Ethan and I would crack up at how cheesy Gray was being and he would kiss my cheek throughout the video. “Peace!” We all screamed at the end of the video and I looked to Grayson.

“So about that date?” I asked which just made Grayson laugh.

“Well it’s almost 9 now so the reservations I made are cancelled.” He says and I frown.

“Let’s just order a pizza and watch something on Netflix?” I offered and he smiled.

“While you guys do that I’m going to edit this video and get it ready for Tuesday.” Ethan then leaves the room after we all share our goodbyes and thank yous. I snuggle into Grayson’s arm and wrap a blanket around us.

“Smile babe.” He says as he flashes his phone on us while he’s kissing my forehead and posts a pic of us on snap captioning ‘New Vid Tuesday :)’.

***

@Dolanfan1: @Graysondolan and @your_username are so freaking cute! #shipname

Dolanfan2: #dolantwinsnewvideo was so freaking cute with @your_username I just can’t get over how amazing they are ☺️❤️

Fans were overly supportive of Grayson and I’s relationship and I couldn’t thank them enough for being so supportive. It had been about a few days since Grayson and I put everything out in the open. Even though I still got some hate, many more fans were supportive that the haters were drowned out. I was currently lying with Grayson while we were attempting to nap but we just couldn’t get over that we were actually here right now. He gives my nose a kiss and runs his thumb across my cheek.

“Thanks for giving me a second chance babe. I couldn’t be happier.” He says smiling.

“Back at you. Sorry for overreacting before.” I said as he kisses my forehead.

“Don’t apologize. Just ignore the haters and remember even if you are older than me know that age is just a number. And you’re my number one.” He says being cheesy which makes me giggle and kiss him gently as I fall asleep in his arms.




Xx Thanks for the request :)

Take a Chance: A Modern Magical Fairytale

Second in a trio of lesbian fairy tales for Abby. Inspired by this post for @blimeyhermione. Sorry it took so long, doll. See the other two here and here.


Ava Monroe was not a particularly outgoing girl. She was a notorious homebody, with a deep love of books and cuddling. She had always wanted to be a famous writer. It was the one extroverted wish in her tremendously introverted heart. To be adored for her words and the creation of worlds.

She was a good writer, with a flair for the romantic, but exposure was hard to come by when you feared rejection more than solitude; when you created more colorful lands in your imagination than existed in the real world. So Ava started wishing. She wished every night for a publisher to take a chance on her—on one book. That’s all she would need, she was sure of it. And so, she waited, she wrote, she submitted, and she wished. And, unlike our mundane reality where that might not be enough, something magical happened—with just a little nudge.

Ava was home after work, sitting with her tea in her hands and her feet tucked underneath her on the couch. She heard a knock at her door. She looked at it for a moment, and then went back to watching the movie. She wasn’t home for whoever was there. She hadn’t ordered food, and no one was supposed to come over, anyway. The knock came again. Ava rolled her eyes and increased the volume. And then, the air crackled with energy and a flash of lightning came from under her door. Ava yelped in shock.

“Mortal, if I must knock a third time, you will not like what happens to the door. Open it,” came a clear, lightly accented voice. Ava shivered. She steeled herself and stood. She padded quietly to the door and opened it the tiniest crack, to see who it was.

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Family Love

Pairing- Chris Argent x reader (Father-Daughter) Liam x Reader (Relationship)

Word count- 1,384

Request- Hi! 🙂🙂🙃, I was wondering if you could do a Chris Argent one-shot where the reader is his youngest daughter with the promt 73??😃

A/N- This request was originally number one on the list so I just wrote this one first, Hope you all enjoy! Next up is a Derek/Parrish Imagine.

Originally posted by chrisargentgifs

Originally posted by tylerposet


Ever since your sister died, you and your father had been a whole lot closer. Your dad made sure to tell you he loved before you left the house everyday because he had realized just how quickly you could be ripped from him.

You knew it was hard for him, living in fear of you being taken away and him being left with nothing. He had already lost Allison and he couldn’t lose you too.  

Your father, Chris, had always been a man of hiding his emotions. So seeing him vulnerable wasn’t something anyone seen often, until Allison was gone and you too had slipped through his fingertips.

He should have known not to leave you alone when creepy parascientists were roaming the streets, taking teenagers and experimenting on them. He couldn’t stop blaming himself as he paced the living room of the flat, sweat bedding on his forehead as he waited for Scott to bring you home, a newly turned Chimera, thought they knew you wouldn’t last long, all the other experiments were dying off, mercury bleeding from them just before they passed away.

And it had happened to all of them, so you were next.

He was going to lose the only family he had left and he could do nothing to stop it.

He was surprised when he saw how well you were currently looking, for in a few hours you would be dying for sure.

It started showing when you coughed and out came some mercury. You sniffled. “It’s happening” you mumbled, letting go of Liam’s hand as you lay on the couch. “Call my dad”

“Chris!” Liam called through the house, causing the man to come running through, his fear being that his daughter was already gone. “It hurts daddy” you whimpered into his chest, feeling Liam’s hand slip back into your own, taking your pain the best he could, despite how much it hurt him.

And by the end of the night, Chris was left thinking back to the times when he had a family, before his life was crushed.

One of his favourite moments being one day, when Allison was going on a date with Scott.

“Come on dad, please just let me go” Allison begged, having fallen in love with Scott, she was desperate to go and see him, right now the only thing standing in her way was her father.

You had only been fourteen at the time, preparing to start high school. “Y/n, tell him to let me go” Allison told you, knowing you could get anything and everything for your dad if you really wanted it. “Allison, don’t bring your little sister into this, it very much looks like someone’s been cutting up your clothes.” he said, throwing her a pair of jeans.

“The skirts supposed to be that short dad!” both you and Allison exclaimed. “Daddy, I think you should let Allison go over to Scott’s, you know it makes her happy and you like her being happy, don’t you?” you asked, giving him the puppy eyes he couldn’t resist. “Fine, tell her she can go”

It was a show of a true sisterly bond. You would have been sixteen within the next month and Allison would be turning eighteen within the next few months, but neither of you got past seventeen.

At least that’s what they thought.

Because when a complaint was made about a girl, fitting your description, walking through the woods naked, Sheriff Stilinski and Deputy Parrish were first to respond, knowing full well that this was something supernatural related.

“Y/n, it’s okay, it’s just us” Parrish called out, shining the light of his torch into the dark forest. The trees that bare trees that shadowed the leave covered group were even creepier at night.

“It’s alright love” sheriff Stilinski called out softly

“Parrish” you spoke with your voice hoarse and sore, however that would be a side effect of actually being dead for a few days. “Yeah, it’s me, how are you.. In the nicest possible way of course, how are you alive” He aske, edging closer to you and wrapping his jacket around you.

“I don’t-I really don’t know. I just want to see my dad…. and Liam” you said, your voice shaking with the tears ready to fall down your cheeks. You didn’t really know why you were crying but you felt like you deserved to cry. You had been dead for almost two weeks .

“You dad looked for you y/n, your body went missing. He wouldn’t give up.” Sheriff Stilinski told you as he pulled into the station. Where your father was, having received the call that you were alive and safe. “Really?” you sniffled, looking up at Parrish, who instead of sitting up front, sat back with you for emotional support. “Really” they both agreed.

When Liam saw you, shivering due to the cold despite it being zipped up and the fluffiness of the inside keeping your top half covered and warm Parrish’s heavy jacket only reached mid thigh, the beta didn’t even think twice before stripping down to his boxers and handing you his baggy grey sweats.

You giggled slightly, watching his face turn slightly pink as a sheepish smile slipped onto his lips. The sight was enough to send tears to Chris’ eyes. You giggling, you alive.

“My baby” he rasped, his hands shaking. “Dad” you swallowed back tears, letting him collect you in his strong arms, his tears wetting the shoulder of the deputies jacket. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t protect you” he whispered, holding onto you for dear life. “It’s not your fault dad, nothing could’ve stopped it. But I’m here now and hey, that’s all that matters” you said, pulling away and kissing his cheek. “I love you and Allison would be- Infact, she is proud, she told me” you finalized, remember the moment when your body was waking up, after Theo had injected you with some weird chemical that brought you back to life.

“Y/n” a voice hummed, drawing your attention from your bright white surroundings. “You need to go now" it added softly, your eyes darting around for the source. "Y/n, you have to calm down, you have to go back”. It was Allison. “Allison, Allison please, where are you” you called out, frantically looking around for your older sister.

“It’s okay Y/n, please, you have to calm down and you have to go back. The pack, they need you, Dad, he needs you, you’re all he has left.” she persuaded, now coming into your view looking as beautiful as ever.

“Can’t you come too” you whimpered, feeling like a child begging for their parent to come with them to the swings. “We both know I can’t do that…” She trailed off. “And I wish I could, I really, really do, but  I can’t, I died by my code, by my choice.”

 "I was ready, I knew it was time but you died unfairly and you're getting another chance and you better grab quickly. Tell Dad I love him and I’m proud, and tell Liam if he breaks your heart, I’ll haunt him forever.“ she told you touching your cheek as she faded away.

That was when you awoke, hen your eyes met the forest rather than your sisters face, you were devastated.

"Hey, you zoned out there for a minuet, you okay” Liam asked softly, reaching for your hand. “Yea, just that when Theo injected my with that stuff that brought me back. I was in between dead and alive for a while and-and I spoke to Allison, she told me she was proud of me and my dad and that if you break my heart she’ll haunt you for life” you said, a small smile on your lips.

Your father beamed, knowing Allison had given your the strength and will power to fight for your life against your will to die.

Liam, who now sat in the back of your father black suburban still with just his boxers with you sleeping in his arms, had never been more happy. Your father looking in the mirror as Liam’s head rested on yours as he eyes began to flutter shut and the two of your were sleeping. He thought, maybe, just maybe, Everything would be okay as long as he had you.

Good Girl Ch 48: Last Day

Again Lovelies, I’m letting you know this chapter is not for people who are sensitive to aggressive situations 

You have been warned!


A week. A whole week of the chase, the capture, the tape and the room. My voice is gone. I’ve screamed my heart out, and to be honest I don’t think I could scream anymore if I tried. The tapes are the hardest part. I can handle their taunting words as they purposely walk passed where I’m hiding and their disgusting jokes about fucking my mouth when they capture me. Sitting in the dark cement room by myself is definitely the best part of my day.

The tapes have not really been violent, not counting the bruises that are on my wrists and ankles and every other part of my body that they held on to. Since Taeil ripped my clothes they’ve been making me wear nothing but my underwear, thankfully they gave me a blanket to sleep with but it can’t leave my tiny room. They feed me the leftovers of their meals, which is a surprisingly large amount of food. Zico is always the one to bring it to me. He hands me the large plate filled with rice and beef, as always he stands in the far corner with his arms crossed over his chest and stares until I’m done.

Even though I felt like Zico is the one I should be scared of the most he is actually the most kind to me. He is always the one to stop the other from going to far and actually raping me, and a few have been very close. He has never caught me, he doesn’t stay around for the punishment either. Purple just seems uninterested in all of this. He just follows Zico usually, he comes and gets me from my room and pushes me out of the warehouse.

Today felt different. I’m lying on the bare mattress with my blanket wrapped tightly around me. I’ve been awake for a while now but without a clock I’m not sure what time it is. My mind is on my daddies, at least it was a moment ago until I couldn’t stop crying. Did they really not care enough to come get me after all the things they have seen on the videos? Maybe they didn’t want me because of those videos, the tapes were cut off before Zico stopped the guys from actually rapping me so my daddies don’t know that I haven’t been violated but maybe they don’t want a dirty girl like me. I can’t hold back the uncontrollable cries that spill from my lips and echo threw the small room.

They abandoned me. They just left me with these guys. At least Joker felt bad for leaving me and he is only a friend. They were my lovers, my first. I thought they were my everything but now I see nothing but betrayal. Briefly my mind flashes to a sweet man in a black suit.

Jiyong.

What is he doing with all of this? Does he know? Did anyone tell him? Would he even care? No one in my life seems to. It’s been a week. Another Tuesday where I didn’t show up, he must know something is wrong. He must not care. I guess I’m just going to die here. With no one to pay the price on my head there will be nothing saving me from their wrath.

As if they could read my mind the door opens. To my surprise it Zico standing there not Purple. He hands me a small set of clothes, a t-shirt and shorts that must belong to Taeil because they seem far too small to fit Zico. There is a note on top.

Last day.

I look up at him confused and concerned, “Last day? I didn’t know there was a time limit. What happens when today is over? Will there be another tape?” I’m on my feet now. He says nothing, just turns around and waits. I take this as my chance to get dressed. With new clothes on he leads me into the bigger room where the others are waiting.  

“Are you ready to have a fun last night with us?” Taeil mocks. I wish I could see his face. I just want to know if my punch had left a bruise, to know if I marked him like how he marked me.

“Hyung leave Kitten alone, she’s heart broken that she’s even had to last this long. She was probably expecting one of her prince charmings to come rescue her. Too bad they’re just thugs who care about nothing but themselves,” Kyung chuckles. “You should’ve known that Princess. A big group of boys like them couldn’t settle for just one little thing like you. Plus they are definitely not your best option.”

I glare at him, “What do you mean?”

He flicks my forehead, “Calm down. I’m just saying that you had a better option and wasted it for more pretty boys. I wonder how your friend would react to our little videos. I think he would have found you by now. But I guess that lucky for us that those lazy bastards didn’t even try for you. Now we get to have more fun.”

“You know the routine princess,” B-bomb says as we walk toward the warehouse exit. “But I’m going to suggest you hide better today. Tonight’s punishment is going to be especially brutal. But,” I can imagine him smiling at me behind the mask, “there is also a prize if you can make it until daylight.”

“A prize?”

“Yep, your freedom. We’ll let you go free of charge but if you can’t, you gotta get a punishment, you got it?”

I nod before stepping over the threshold and running as fast as I possibly can on my aching limps. I need to hide. I need to get out so I can ask them why they didn’t come for me. The paths have become more familiar to me and I’ve learned where to hide for a little while but they always end up finding me. But today I’m trying a new place, some place I’ve considered hiding every time but lacked the courage. I’m not any braver than I was a few days ago I’m just more afraid of whatever punishment I could receive compared to falling off a fairs wheel.

With a deep breath I quickly climb up the latter that leads up half way before shimming across the slightly raised beam to one of the carriages. The siren goes off signaling the being of the game just as I sink into the carriage. I need to hide until day light, I can do that, I know I can with this hiding spot. Their taunting words echo from below and for once, I don’t feel a sense of panic or fear. For the first time all week I actually feel kind of safe.

The search for me goes on forever, I can hear them genially getting irritated that they can’t find me. Curses and their ridiculous pet names for me are yelled from all over the grounds. It takes all of my self-control not to peek out to see where they all are. Laying on the floor of that dirty carriage I feel relaxed enough to close my eyes and drift off into a warm slumber. I dream of freedom, of warmth, and for once, not of my daddies. I see Jiyong, he’s offering me his hand and his warmth and his love, like he always does. No matter what I said to him he was there for me.

My nap is interrupted by the sound of a machine groaning to life and the sudden trembling of the carriage. My eyes snap open to see a new pink sky, day light, it’s almost here. But it’s too late. The fairs wheel groans to life and slowly begins to rotate. I press myself against the floor, hoping that maybe, just maybe, they could miss me. But luck is not on my side.

The carriage door rips open and someone drags me out by my hair, I look up to see Taeil’s familiar mask glaring down at me, “You were so close Pumpkin.”

“What a shame,” Kyung chuckles, “I was actually kind of rooting for you at this point. Someone tell the boss we found her. He isn’t going to be around for this one.”

“You have no idea how happy I am to be the one to tear you are apart.” They drag me back to the warehouse where I’m thrown on the floor. Taeil crouches down to my level, “Are you ready for the beating of a life time?”

I shake my head, “Please don’t, I was so close! Day light was right there! Doesn’t that count for something?”

“Nope, that’s not how it works Pumpkin. You failed, you get the punishment you deserve.”

“What did I do to deserve this?” I scream at him. My voice cracks in fear and in over use.

“You should have known to avoid our world,” B-bomb tells me. “This isn’t the place for a little kitten like you. This world is for cold hearted people like those bastards who left you. They may have seemed warm but that was just a show, you were just a toy to them, nothing more. Now if you think you want to continue in this world, if you really want to live knowing that no one wants you, you will take your beating like a good girl.”

“Don’t make the girl’s whole world seem so hopeless,” U-kwon scolds.

Jaehyo nods in agreement, “She might have one person.”

“One?” I laugh sadly.

“One is better than nothing,” Kyung gives me a sad smile.

“Enough of your guys hopeful words to the girl, lets get down to business,” Taeil cracks his knuckles. “I’ve wanted nothing more than to break her into a million little pieces.”

“Please go first,” Jaehyo offers.

“Happily.”

Taeil steps up and stands over me, his fingers weave threw my hair and grip the roots tight before delivering a hard punch to my jaw. He doesn’t give me a second to recover before doing it again, and again, and again. Blood is spilling out of my lips when he releases me to move down to my lower body. One kick, two, three, four, he hits my face again and I just don’t know anymore.

I don’t know if they switched out or if it really is just Taeil delivering blow after blow. I don’t know which way is up or which way is down. At this point I’d be lucky to tell you my own name or open my mouth to say it.

I just know that everything hurts. My eyes are so swelled up they won’t open. Something might be broken, if not I’m impressed. My body will be covered in bruises, I can already feel them forming underneath my skin. I try to roll over on to my front but they don’t stop. I begin to wonder if I’ll be alive when they do.

Do I even want to be?

Live Stream Confessions // Conor Maynard

Word Count- 1049

Summary- one slip up on camera is all it takes for two people to admit feelings

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You had just returned from a weekend in Brighton. You had filmed videos with Zoe and Alfie and they were kind enough to extend your stay for the entire weekend. You walked through the door of the apartment you shared with Jack, Josh and Conor; it was too quiet.

“Boys? I’m home.” You called out.

No answer.

“Hello? Anyone home?” you yelled.

No answer.

You began to walk dwn the corridor that led to the bedrooms.

“Jack?” you said while opening his door. Empty.

You closed his door and walked to Josh’s door, “Josh?” Empty. You shut his door as well and walked to the last room.

“Con?” you said while opening the door.

“Hey!” they all shouted. They were all crowded around Conor’s laptop.

“Why didn’t you answer me?!” you laughed.

“Sorry love. We were answering questions.” Conor answered.

“Questions? Are you filming a Q&A?” you asked sitting on his bed.

“No, a livestream,” Josh answered. “It was fun guys, but I have to shower.” He said towards the camera, then got up and left.

“I better leave too. It’s late.” Jack said quickly.

“Late? It’s only half past 8,” you gave him a weird look.

“Night!” he shouted while running out the room.

“Idiot.” Conor muttered, turning back to the computer.

You slid close to him and looked at the camera, “Shall we?”

“Sure,” he smiled.

“Okay, let’s look at what you guys want to know.” You said reading the comments. They weren’t what you had expected.

Y/S/N! I ship it so much!

They’d be so cute together

Awwww

The boys left so they can finally admit their feelings!

Y/n and Conor!

conor so likes her

You had liked Conor since you met him. But you soon learned that he didn’t return the feelings.

~~

“Y/n these are my roommates, Conor and Jack.” Josh, your longtime best friend said.

“Hi! It’s so glad to finally meet you! I’ve heard so much about you.” You said hugging jack.

“I wish I could say the same thing,” Jack laughed, hugging you back.

You went to hug Conor but he stepped back, “I have to go grab something.” he left the apartment and didn’t return for another few hours.

Once he came back you two began talking and clicked.You two never brought up the awkward first meeting. He quickly became your best second friend, after Josh of course. You thought you might actually have a chance with Conor.

Then a few weeks after that you realized how many girls he brought home, a new one every night, or just about.

That wasn’t what made you completely bottle up your feelings. One night at the club he said something that broke her heart.

You had come back with a round of shots and heard him say, “Y/n is like a sister to me, nothing more, nothing less.”

After that you shoved your feelings so far down, sometimes you forgot you had them. But that was rare.

~~

“Where was Y/n earlier?” you read aloud. “I was in Brighton hanging with two really good friends.” You sent the camera a wink and the comments blew up with ‘Zalfie’ comments.

“How long have you known each other?” Conor read. “Uh…” he looked at you, “almost a year and a half.”

“Yeah. The 18 month mark is on the 6th of June, I believe.” You said giggling, “Don’t ask why  I know that.”

“Who is y/n’s celebrity crush?”

“Conor Maynard of course.” Conor laughed giving his signature goofy look.

“It’s a tie between Dylan O’Brien and…” Conor glared at you. “And Conor of course!” you finished, giving him a big hug. And a small kiss on the cheek. You immediately back up, realizing that it was a live video, not something you could later edit out.

“Uh…” you both said.

“Well that’s it for tonight! Thanks for watching, love you guys so much.” Conor said shutting his laptop.

You stood up, “I’m sorry.” You walked towards the door but a hand stopped you from opening it.

“Don’t be.” He whispered into your ear.

“Conor, stop.” You turner around, both of his arms were up by your head.

“What’s wrong?” he sighed, dropping his arms.

“This can’t happen. I don’t want a pity kiss.”

“Pity kiss? What are you on about?” Conor gave you a weird look.

“I know how you feel about me! I’m a sister to you, nothing more, and nothing less. You’re words exactly!” You lightly shouted.

“Is that what you think?” he stepped back, rubbing the back of his neck.

“You said it.”

“Y/n I’ve been crushing on you since Josh moved in. He never shut up about you. You sounded perfect. Then I saw you, and I was whipped. But the way you hugged Jack made it clear that I never had a chance.” He sighed, sitting on the side of his bed.

You walked and sat next to him, “Conor Paul Maynard, you are the most oblivious boy I have ever met. I’ve liked you since that night on the couch where we played 20 questions and watched 21 Jump Street.” You smiled.

He looked at you, a smile spreading across his face, “Really?”

“Yes really!” you laughed, leaning closer to the beautiful boy next to you. “Now are you gonna kiss me or what?”

He closed the space between you two. You put your hands on his cheek, snaking them around his neck to his hair. He put his on your waist.

When he pulled away you frowned. You never wanted that to end. You went in for another kiss when his door flung open,

“He bloody did it! He kissed her!” Josh shouted.

“That’s my boy! Mikey owes me 10 pounds!” Jacks yelled.

“Get out!” Conor shouted, standing up and pushing out the door.

“Sorry ‘bout that.” He shyly smiled.

“It’s okay.” You stood up and backed him up against his door. “Now kiss me again.”

“Gladly.” He smiled as he once again put his lips on yours.

You didn’t want to pull away. So you didn’t. You ended the night cuddled on Conor’s bed watching a movie.

Neither of you said it, but you knew that this night was only the beginning of many more to come. And that was perfectly okay for both of you.

If you’re struggling like I am - Ch. 17 (M)

Summary: You are hired as a makeup artist for BigHit working with BTS. You are older than all of them, yet, despite your best efforts, you find yourself slowing falling in love with the youngest member.

Pairing: Jungkook X Reader, Jungkook X Noona

Genre: Angst, Fluff and Smut

Chapters: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 21 22 23 24 25 26 27(final)

Chapter 17 - Someday

Reality catches up to you  as your weekend with Jungkook comes to an end.

Word Count: 2k (of 73k)

Warnings: smut, angst

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